**OOC portion**
Steam username: Ckeo
SteamID: STEAM_0:1:21076393
Ban history: None
Past RP experience: I have over 3000 hours on Garry's mod, most of this time dedicated to roleplay, specifically serious roleplay. I have been in a number of half life 2 serious roleplays in the past, and even a moderator at some stages, so I am rather basked into the physics and features in roleplay.
Past CP experience: I used to be a Civil Officer on Kuromeku's old server, indeed a year or two again, but still it was some feat of acheivement.
RP example: Typing this up, so no technical chat stuff
CP: "Halt Citizen, what are you doing in this Sector?"
Citizen: *The Citizen flinches, knowing the consequences of being in he restricted area of Sector 4.* "Ahem well sir, I got lost.. and..erm*
CP: *The officer, already having his hand on his batton* "You have no excuse Citizen, step to the wall immediately"
Citizen: *He mumbles to himself "Ahh crud..." He turns to the wall, leading slightly forward against it*
CP:*Walks up behinde the man, taking out a prepped Ziptie* "Hands behind your back"
Citizen:*The man grunts, reaching his hands behind his back* "I..I didn't mean It I swear..."
CP:*He ties the man's wrists, binding them together, and then reaches down for his radio* "Sector 4, Unit 3462, requesting 10-59 to Nexus, I have detained a trespasser, over." And within seconds, a brief "10-4" is heard from the radio.
Citizen: *The tied man lets out a grunt, obviously annoyed, and proceeds to tug his wrists apart, trying to undo the buckled tie* Hrmm..
CP: Citizen, Malcompliance will result in further detainment. Cease immediately *The Soldier reaches down for his batton, getting ready to unholster.
Citizen: Gah! But I didn't do anything I swear! I was lost! Why can't you believe me *He tugs harder apart from his wrists, obviously determined.*
CP:*He flicks out his batton, setting it to small electrical output. He raises it in the air, getting ready to swing* You have 5 seconds to stop, Citizen.
Citizen: Why the heck are you doing this? I swear I just want a second chance, i'm not hurting anyone!
CP:*The officer swings his electrical rod at the frustrated man. Hitting his spine, sending an electrical pulse through his body, quickly shocking him*
Citizen: Gahh! *Falls face front at the wall, startled by the sudden hit, he tries to regain his posture*
CP:*Again reaches down to his radio* "Dispatch, Update on that 10-59 ?"
*The radio replies*"2 Units have been dispatched to your area, and will arrive shortly"
Citizen:Y..you are a monster! I have a family! Please, let me go! I'm sorry I didn't mean to be here..
CP: Sit tight, Citizen. You will be transported to an isolation cell shortly. Then your case will be processed. *He officer, again readied to swing his batton if needed*
Citizen:*He lets out yet another grunt, giving up his struggle*
*Marching footsteps are heard from afar, and within time, two armed soldiers arrived to escort the Citizen for questioning*
Character backstory: Gunther was born in a small, insignificant town somewhere in Bavaria. He lived in a small school, particulary gifted for his age. His parents were around the crisp age of thirty. Although they wern't strict or cruel, He respected them. He usually exceeded the average student's grade levels, determined to take his mother's role as a doctor, or perhaps his father's as a lawyer.
The simple family moved to New York city after his Father was offered a job. He said goodbye to his boring, dull life of Bavaria, and the few friends he had there. He was amazed by the livelely, trafficing streets of his new home. After about two years of staying there, he began to fit in. He started taking karate lessons, yet however did not get very far. Gunther began to hang out with groups that were not respected, and usually frowned upon by New York's general populance. His parents began to lecture Him, however he still became spoiled. He began to flunk his grades.
Soon enough his parents had to release him into the cruel, outside world of New York city. Unemployeed for a particulary short period of time, his ''friends'' began to urge him to use drugs. However he still witheld a bit of decency and respect for himself, and decided against it. He was shunned by his groups of friends, and eventually broke apart from them. One day after driving home from a frustrating day looking for a job, the portal storms began.
The portal storms hit aruptly. Most of the people in his general area (And Himself) herded into an apartment building's basement, the violent storms tearing the building above them apart. They were uncomfortable, sick, starving, thirsty, confussed, disorientated, and lost in the abandoned cellar. After the storms began to die down, they had the courage to finally leave their sanctuary. Rubble, and to their horror, bodies were everywhere to be seen. But the sight was short lived, the combine forces was already all over New York, and with a instance notice, Gunther was transported to a city, known as City18
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**IC portion**
Name: Gunther Steiner
Age: 32
Birth year: 1980
Past crimes: None
Medical/Engineering experience: Yes [ ] No [X]
If yes, which (or both) and explain:
Why do you want to join the Union?:I wish to futher my progression into the Union, being a citizen at City 18 for some time now. I would like to benifit my time and help create a better city.
Any other information you wish to share?:
Subject: Gunther Steiner's Metropolice Application 
